My mother was the strongest woman I’ve ever know. Not muscle-wise, but determination and fight-wise. She was diagnosed with breast cancer and fought it with surgeries, hospital stays, treatments and medications. She was cancer free for almost the five-year “you’ve made it” mark. Then it came back with a vengeance. My mother did not give up, she fought even harder through more of the same. But, the side note is, she was deeply in love with the man whom she shared her life for many years, the one she was to marry.
Plans changed with her first battle with cancer. Time passed and then the cancer was back. She called me one night, late in the evening and said they were going to get married. She asked if I would help her with the details, pick out a dress and set up the ceremony. She was restricted to a hospital bed at this point. Of course I would. I would do anything for my mom.
I went the next day and picked out the most beautiful gown and robe, with pearls and sequins in a creamy white silk. They were married that Sunday at 2pm from her hospital bed set up in her home.
Her funeral was the next Sunday at 2pm. I miss her and love her so much. Don’t let life slip past you. Be strong and enjoy the time you have.
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